So I bet at least a few of you remember last year when a good friend of ours from Arlee, MT gave us boxes and boxes of delicious plums, fresh from his backyard. After a brief panic at the thought of hundreds of ripening plums waiting in our kitchen, I decided to take on the task of making some homemade prunes with our new dryer. Though the taste of fresh prunes for the next 4 months may have been worth it, the monotony of pitting combined with 10 very raw, cut up fingers were enough to make that a one time show.
This year I tackled a new challenge. On one of our Saturday Market trips I happened by a booth where an old woman was selling jam. She had a little bit of everything: Strawberry, Strawberry Rhubarb, Huckleberry, Strawberry Huckleberry, Huckleberry Thimble Berry Peach, etc. The sad part is that each small jar is quadruple the price I pay for regular jam at Orange Street, so I had a couple samples (probably one or two too many) and left.
When I walked into our kitchen and smelled the overripe plums, well, I met my challenge.